Fucking Sharmila Aunty In The Kitchen

Hello Friends, this is Shravan from Bangalore. The following new story is completely a FICTION and it’s not related to real life. I hope you will like it and please do send your feedbacks to [email protected]

Enjoy my latest Fiction story…….

It was a Tuesday morning, I was having holidays and that day my parents were going out to my village for a day, so my mom asked her friend Mrs. Sharmila, who is my best friend Rajesh’s mom, to take care of my dinner arrangement for the night. Sharmila aunty told my mom to send me over to her place and that I could stay over at her place for the night .

After my parents left, I showed up at my friend’s house in the afternoon. I and Rajesh spent most of our time playing Counter Strike on LAN or watching TV.

In the evening Rajesh’ mom came home from work and came in to check on us. Sharmila aunty was around 45 years old. She was a short woman at just over 5 feet. She had average sized breasts, and a small, tight-looking ass. I had masturbated so many times, fantasizing about her and had looked at her figure whenever she was busy in some other work

Rajesh’ dad was a travelling a lot due to his work and was only home about once a week. I and Sharmila aunty were very friendly, mostly because she liked my behaviour and sense of humour and I think she was somewhat into me.

Sharmila Aunty sat down on a chair and talked to us. I couldn’t help but notice her legs slightly spread apart as she spoke and I could see her sexy white thighs under her skirt. My cock became hard by looking at her sexy legs. I had to readjust how I was sitting in order to hide my somewhat hard cock from being noticed, but I could have sworn she glanced once or twice right at my cock while we talked. She even smiled at me, which made me blush.

Eventually she left to do her own thing while Rajesh and I continued to watch TV.

When the time came to go to bed, it was decided that I would sleep on a custom made bed on Rajesh’ floor. I was fine with this, but couldn’t really sleep anyways because I was missing my cozy bed. After several hours of laying in bed staring at the ceiling, I heard Sharmila aunty walk out of her room and down the stairs. I decided this would be a good chance to grab a drink of water and chat it up with my friend’s mom so I slipped out of the room and downstairs.

When I reached the doorway of the kitchen I was shocked at what I saw. Sharmila aunty was bent towards the fridge, filling a glass with water, wearing a knee length Kurta shirt! I had a perfect view of her long smooth legs and as she had bent over, i could see that she was wearing a black panty underneath. I was absolutely stunned by what I saw. My hand touched a utensil by accident, and the slight noise made Sharmila aunty suddenly turned around. Her face became very red but she didn’t move at all.

We stood there, absolutely still and stared each other down. I eventually broke contact and gazed at her body. She was looking gorgeous. Aunty watched me looking at her and didn’t say a word.. Knowing that her lack of speech and movement was pretty much an invitation to take her for my own, I slowly made my way across the kitchen towards her. She looked down at me as I went near her.

“Oh Shravan…” she whispered as she looked up at my face, and I could see nothing but pure lust in her eyes. She started to say something but before she could, I reached around her and took her ass in my hand, drawing her right up to my body. She slightly moaned, and I pressed her lips to mine. Her kiss was reluctant at first, but eventually opened up until our tongues were playing each other’s mouths. After a minute or so I moved my hand from her ass towards her pussy over her panty, which I began to rub without penetrating. Sharmila aunty moaned into my mouth as I did this, and my hand came away soaked from the moisture of her pussy. Her panty was completely getting wet. She responded to my actions by reaching into my shorts and wrapping her hand around my thick 6 inch penis, and slowly moving her hand up and down it.

I held her Kurta top and I removed it completely. It was an amazing sight . She wasn’t wearing a bra and she was just in her panty. Her boobs were so beautiful. They were round with dark nipples. I held them in my hands and then took each in my mouth and kneaded them well making aunty moan in pleasure.

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